By Abdu Rahman
I was Lying on bed,
Thinking Last night.
How can I find my soulmates.
When all the love disappeared,
From the bottom of my heart.
Then all the repulsions reappeared.
I was disappointed myself.
Horrible condition, terrible
dreams nowhere to hide.
No celebration and accommodation.
I’m alone, alone and alone;
All the nightstand shaking
without blanket as like as the one,
Who is suffering from the insomnia,
In the every single night.
Consciousness lost in sudden,
In each parts of the body.
Raising pain and hurting much.
Insufficient caring and severe suffering.
Feared and anxiety raised recently,
Sympathy lowered gradually.
I’m alone, alone and alone;
Several times in loneliness,
It’s seems unsafe wherever I try.
Deficiency of expectations and hope,
To be enjoyed the peaceful life.
For not being any accompaniment.
My life gonna take another direction.
Ruined the ambition and wrapped me
With the obligations to give up aim.
I’m defeated myself for being alone,
Miserablity attached
And disability accepted.
Feeling sad and feeling bad.
Before I die want to remove,
And want a peaceful life.
I’m alone, alone and alone;
This poem is based on a Rohingya Baby who’s surviving alone in the world largest refugee camp of Bangladesh.
